Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

We know y'all out to 'til y'all throw up
We know y'all sittin' on
We y'all reppin' your hood
But how y'all kill

Bounce that ass, them cribs
Let me see the niggaz that talk shit
While these muthatfuckaz be
And'll go for the

Ready to ride when they holdin' a
Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the
The real gun runner run when he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, a 'dro blunt

Sippin' a fifty sack under the nuts
with ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it from to side
Niggaz if it's static then pass me the

ride 'til my ride
All the that'll freaky niggaz, with the 'fedi
Let's get buck up in the
And all my soldiers, out, gangstas, mob up
All the on the block

Anny up on the fin and go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, pack
Til a bust, they bustin' back
Guys that'll roll them and win
with 'fits that show the skin

Real niggaz your best friend at the pen
Real hoes let your best friend about men
'Cause I be ass
And'll make a glass disappear like a genie
Move to the LOX and

them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie
It's like no in the world could see me
When I Ruff with Drag-On
Rollin' up big in a Mercedes
If you herb we got bombs

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick that shit for the bitches and all my nugz
For the who smoke pot, do stick ups and ball in our hood
What do a nigga say he say Drag-On and Twista?
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, let's ride, hustla me

By know everybody should know, that the kid tight
And this kid spit light
And the I don' fucked like last night
I give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic

'Cause the only muthafuckin' magazine I read
Is I buy my gun from it
How many bullets you digest in that one stomach?
I y'all run from it

And the click-click the Calico, I gotta go
Make it, pimp, with a lot of
I'm the same muthafucka countin' that dough
Cookin' coke to a pot of gold

my rainbow is every color top that crackhead cop
I don't I gotta cap me a cop
As as I got enough money to cop me
A drop, pop enough

Drag, open up boots by co-op's in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all upon me
I run up on in a cab with a meter on me
And the only on is me

And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze me
All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC with the T
All I really do is

Double F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the O N
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, soakin'
With insides open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the fuck up, slow
Drag, Twista, up
These muthafuckaz don't know real out here
(They damn don't)
is volume 2
(Volume 2)
Nigga, so, get

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Whether or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical
Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all missions
When I up the at you, I'ma pop at you
If momma cry there's nothin' I could do

Should not've fucked with Mr.
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, don't you it
You to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you naked
I drunk a boo muthafucka so you know I'm lit up
Everybody get up, witha a Twista, it's a stick up

This where the shit up, let me load this clip up
Lust pour me liquor, Flame-On and Twista
Let's see if you murdered miss ya
I the dirty South that's why I gotta dirty mouth that'll burn you out

your bitch I got a dick that'll turn her out
Especially when I tell her turn around, I hurt her now
Shit'll come back and I think it's time to get now
I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, like my shit

You gon' make me a all nighter
in front of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter
Now hit, we won't ya, Drag-On and Twista
(Puttin' it on 'em)